Palmer remembered the name, and even more so the vague face that they met in a dream. Even though it had been several years since the two first met, when Palmer saw her again, the vague memories of the past became
It became clear, overlapping and changing in his eyes.
"What the hell! What's going on!"
As a member of the Klex family, Palmer's vigilance against the Night Clan is engraved in his blood. Even though Bologger had vaccinated him in advance, his reaction was still extremely violent, and he wanted to put a dagger on Ollie immediately.
Via's throat was cut violently.
"You guy! You guy!"
Palmer looked at Olivia and then at Bologg, waving the dagger in his hand.
Boluogo guessed that Palmer must have wanted to say something like "Why do you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, hang out with the Night Clan?" It was obvious that the extreme development had made him incoherent.
As a result, Palmer completely ignored the loud siren.
"Quiet, Palmer."
Boluogo reached out his hand to gag Palmer again, and at the same time he winked at Olivia.
The two people had not been "partners" for a long time, but Olivia understood what Boluogo meant at once. The shadows around him squirmed and rolled, weaving into a dark curtain that completely enveloped the three of them.
In the dark.
"Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. Oh my God, do all the Klax family members react so strongly when they see the Night Clan?" Bologo felt that Palmer was like a stressed dog.
"If...if you had an unyielding blood feud that lasted for several generations, you would be like me."
Palmer stroked his chest, his breathing gradually calmed down, his whole body became much more awake, and his eyes became more intelligent.
"What happened before? Your reaction was not as violent as it is now," Olivia asked back. "At that time, you not only had back and forth with me, but you also dared to flirt with me."
Palmer's face became embarrassed, and he glanced at Boluogo a few times from the corner of his eyes. Just when he was about to say something more, Olivia mentioned the name again, as if deliberately teasing him.
"Have you calmed down? Bologg Clax."
Palmer corrected him and said, "Palmer, just call me Palmer."
Olivia let out a burst of victorious laughter.
"And..." Palmer said to Burlog again, "you'd better give me a little more hint next time."
"What's wrong?"
"Bologo!" Palmer tried his best to lower his voice and said seriously, "A pure-blood night tribe suddenly crawled out of the shadow of my most trusted partner, and the two of you pulled me into the shadow while laughing and joking...
…In the plot of the movie, this is the beginning of the murder.”
"Do you think I will betray you?" Boluogo asked.
Palmer was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "That's not possible."
He added, "But it's really scary!"
Bologg sighed helplessly, looking at Palmer's face full of panic. Bologg realized that since arriving here... no, since Palmer was promoted to the person in charge, he has always looked particularly special.
nervous.
The spirit is tense, like a string that cannot be relaxed.
Boluogo had no time to pay attention to his partner's psychological problems for the time being. He could only make a note of this secretly and begin to carry out his mission.
"Quiet and listen carefully."
Boluogo motioned to the two of them to listen.
Loud sirens surrounded the Hidden Land, and everyone in the city could hear the harsh sound. Although many towers had been extinguished, the Aurora Road still separated several branches with difficulty and lit up.
Tiny signal towers.
In this tense atmosphere, Olivia touched Palmer with her shoulder. Seeing his nervous look, she covered her smile and extended her hand.
“A pleasure to work with.”
At present, Palmer doesn't know what Olivia means by "pleasant cooperation", but it is obvious that his partner, the famous Boluo Ge, has already reached a certain agreement with this pure-blood night clan in secret.
kind of agreement.
"I just hope my dad doesn't know these things."
Palmer muttered, but out of trust in Boluogo, he still reached out his hand, held it with Olivia, and shook it gently twice.
"Your father won't have any objections if he finds out," Boluogo retracted his attention and continued, "I should have mentioned to you before that she is Sere's daughter."
"Wow," after hearing that bastard name of Sere, Palmer's vigilance towards Olivia dropped a lot.
He praised, "What a sin, Sere really has a daughter. I thought you were joking with me."
"Would I joke about something like that?" Burlogo retorted.
"Gentlemen!"
Olivia put her hands on their shoulders and interrupted their endless conversation loudly.
"I used to wonder what kind of partner you should have with such an indifferent temperament," Olivia teased, "You two really complement each other."
Without giving the two of them a chance to speak, Olivia continued, "Let's not discuss Sere or anything else."
Probably due to desensitization, Olivia found that she could actually say that person's name fluently.
She continued, "The Mysteries Group sounded the alarm. Something must have happened... Do you think this was aimed at us? After all, we left the team directly, which may have attracted their attention."
"Even if it's to attract attention, there's no need to use this kind of city-wide alarm, right?" Boluogo judged, "Something worse must have happened, or, because of something, our departure is extremely dangerous to them.
.”
The three of them exchanged glances with each other. Even Palmer, no matter how slow his reaction was, had already guessed what might happen.
Thinking of this, Palmer seemed to have entered a state of mind, the panic look on his face disappeared, his expression became determined, and his eyes shimmered.
"Someone is coming," Palmer said suddenly.
Bologna and Olivia sensed the surrounding environment together, but they did not notice any sign of anyone approaching. Then Bologna realized that it was not that the two of them could not detect it, but that Palmer could sense it better.
Far.
Has he further improved his etheric perception? Bologg felt that a lazy dog like Palmer would not take the initiative to train himself, so there was only one possibility left.
The transformed secret power of Palmer.
It was also at this time that Bologo realized that although the two had fought against each other since Palmer was promoted to Power Bearer, he had yet to see Palmer's full strength.
"I can hear...the faint sound of footsteps causing disturbances in the airflow, and a small team is passing by here..."
Palmer closed his eyes, and the little bits of light that overflowed from the gaps in his eyelids became more and more pure, like glittering frost hanging on his eyelashes.
Olivia took the initiative to strengthen the wrapping of the shadow curtain, and the etheric shielding that reached the extreme completely cut off the etheric reactions of the three people, and infinitely approached the existence of the three people to "nothing".
"Can you tell what they're talking about?" Burlogo asked in a low voice, trying not to disturb Palmer's judgment.
"I'm trying."
Palmer tried hard to sense the airflow that gradually fell into chaotic changes. They passed through the human body's throat, passed through the vibration of the vocal cords, and spread rapidly in the air...
Detecting the frequency of airflow disturbances and replicating what the other party said sounds a bit fanciful, but for the Klex family, it is really not a problem.
This Fengyuan family has spent hundreds of years focusing on this only secret energy, and has already explored all its possibilities.
For example, in recent years, the Klekes family has been studying the feasibility of wind power generation. To this end, they have planted huge windmills all over the land.
When Boluogo arrived there for the first time, he was extremely shocked. The windmills stood like towering giants. The huge fans rotated slowly, and the airflow was like their deep breathing, gathering together and turning into a storm.
Just when Boluogo was still immersed in that wonderful emotion, Palmer said something that shocked Boluogo even more, "According to the instructions of the family, every member of the tribe must go to the control wind to blow twice."
, and the performance is also evaluated based on the amount of power generated... You are also from the control school, do you want to go up and control it and make two turns?"
In an instant, the perfect combination of man-made and nature turned into a visible assembly line operation in the factory.
At that time, Bologo didn't have too deep feelings and understanding, but looking back now, Bologo feels that this is what it should be like after the Sublime Ones dominate society.
"I heard."
Palmer's voice interrupted Burlogo's thoughts.
Bologgo remained silent, just put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and silently took out the bite.
Palmer closed his eyes tightly, and in the absolutely dark world, countless slender lights gradually appeared, and they surged together, like the lines describing the wind in a simple painting.
As the secret energy gradually unfolded, Palmer also saw more and more lines. They were densely packed, like schools of swimming fish, everywhere.
In the vision of this secret perception, apart from the darkness, all Palmer can see is the lines of wind. But through the flow of the wind, changes are like sonar echoes, and the lines of wind are in the darkness.
It outlines the outline of the building and depicts the people walking against the wind.
Not enough, far from enough.
Palmer further released his secret energy, like an irrepressible volcano. His ether became restless and moved farther away, until Palmer observed a large crowd, and among that crowd, he
Heard it.
"Chasing...Bologo..."
Palmer peered at the lines of wind and translated their original language based on their changes. However, this transfer process inevitably resulted in the loss of information and his words became fragmented, but this was enough.
Already.
"Nathaniel...start the war..."
After hearing the words from Palmer's mouth, Boluogo's expression instantly became serious. At this time, when he recalled the Aurora Road that gathered back into the Holy Hub, many things became clear.
Palmer frowned, sweat dripping from his forehead. He needed to get closer. In the dark vision, as the secret energy was released, the lines of the wind became clearer and clearer until the power was fully unfolded.
Secret Energy·Breath of Wind.
Palmer heard that thousands of air currents were disturbing the world, and then made a series of complicated sounds.
The rapid breathing of people, the soft sound of fingertips rubbing against triggers, the sound of metal colliding with metal, the dull ripples of feet on the ground, the hidden evil whispers...
All sounds must be transmitted through the air as a medium, so all air disturbances in the world are monitored by Palmer.
"Transfer the blood people, don't let the customers wait too long."
Palmer learned the words described by the lines of wind and said them instinctively. At the same time, the lines of wind he spied on began to twist and change, as if a storm was rising in an instant, bringing with it all the people in his field of vision.
All lines twist and collapse towards it.
Opening his eyes, Palmer was breathing heavily. No need for Palmer to say anything, everyone was aware of the ether reaction approaching at high speed.
"I've been discovered!" Palmer exclaimed after regaining his breath.
"I know!"
Boluogo no longer covered his figure, and released the ether without hesitation, waving invisible giant hands to grab the surrounding buildings. After a brief stalemate, Boluogo's ether successfully invaded the interior of the material, and then
Start commanding recruitment.
I saw that the surface of the building began to collapse and break, the flying bricks and stones overlapped each other, and the ground became uneven. Huge walls rose from the ground, like rising city walls, blocking the ether reaction from rushing forward.
path of.
Since being promoted to a high-level Sublime One, Boluogo rarely uses this kind of large-scale control for defense, but the etheric response to this attack was the Glory One.
"Olivia, hide in!"
Bologg roared, and the ground beneath his feet began to collapse, directly carving out deep pits to dive into the building. Bologg led a few people and quickly dived down.
"You can't be exposed yet!"
Olivia is one of Boluogo's trump cards, but now is not the time to play it. The Secret Group is related to the Night Clan. With Boluogo's understanding of the Night Clan, Olivia's current understanding of the Night Clan
The temptation is far superior to all the mysterious groups.
She is the one the regent cares about.
Once Olivia is exposed, I am afraid that those night tribes who do not want to get involved for the time being will give up their immediate goals and swarm towards him. It is even said that... the regent will also come here.
Borogo isn't ready to go to war with everyone, at least not yet.
Olivia did not refute, and disappeared directly into the shadow of Borrogo. She did not give up resistance completely, but continued to control the shadow and assisted Borrogo in the battle.
I saw Boluogo's shadow seemed to have its own life and entity, extending out a series of dark sharp blades, easily chopped up the falling gravel, and then quickly retracted his feet without any abnormality.
Boluogo raised his head, and the power of the Glory One came, but it was not the body of the Glory One, but an etheric sword that penetrated all materials in its path and fell like a meteor.
"Get out of my way!"
Boluogo roared and swung his sword. With the length of his sword, it obviously couldn't cut the ether sword that was approaching at high speed. However, as Boluoge swung his sword, all the surrounding materials trembled.
Manic.
Secret Energy: The Kingdom of Summons.
Twisted steel bars, broken masonry, fallen stone pillars, collapsed ground, fine smoke... All materials within the scope of Boluogo's domain are obeying Boluogo's orders at this moment, and they are rolled together.
, following the trajectory of Boluogo's sword, it condensed into a huge sword blade.
It was like a mountain-breaking sword wielded by a giant, slashing down slowly and firmly.
